I will never be organised and it will be the bane of my life.
Surprisingly I don’t have one of those overloaded folders at the back of the wardrobe full of useful things like P45s and old payslips.
Last night on the phone to my mum I leaned out the window for some air, glanced down and saw my passport carefully jammed down the side of the radiator. I’m in the process of renewing it, so if I hadn’t happened to look down there I’d have no idea where I’d “put” it and be fucked.
Wish me luck







